As a result, I had a lawyer start proceedings to sue the town of Clinton for its abuse of me, during my visit.I was falling apart. I was getting angry... and doing things that I really shouldn't. I was letting my feelings get the better of me, something Markus had told me (and on occasion beat into me) as a child, not to do. As a result, I took my displeasure out on Clinton, Nebraska.I was smoking more than I usually did. My early morning jogs were becoming a bit harder to do, what with the host. ‘Your place?’ Eve repeated, confused. They were several hundred miles from where she’d gone to college, and last she heard he still taught there. He turned, extending his arm, and Eve followed his hand with her eyes to see a large RV parked nearby. ‘That’s yours?’ she asked in astonishment. ‘Yeah. Well, it’s a rental, but it’s mine for now,’ he said. ‘What do you say?’ She was still recovering from the shock of her brainy professor driving an RV. Maggie took that moment to jump up and place her. ‘I dunno,’ he said. ‘I didn’t check the fuckin’ address. I just followed her, you know?’ ‘Could you show us where the apartment is?’ Tim asked. ‘Yeah, I guess so,’ Juan said. ‘But you gotta go over to the Jamestown Mall. That’s where I followed her from.’ Fifteen minutes later, the cruiser slowed to a stop next to the curb in front of Jamestown Manor, a large modern apartment complex on Everson Boulevard. ‘That’s the place,’ Juan said. ‘She went into that apartment right there.’ ‘One-A?’ Tim. Smith told her, “Hands at your side, Susan” and they looked at her and then told her to turn around, and Susan turned slowly around. She was very smooth even in her high heels, she was glad that she had been a cheerleader in high school. “Bend over and hold your position.” She did so and stuck her ass out, and felt obscene and perverted. Mr. Smith instructed, “Now turn around, bend over again and hold your position.” Susan felt her breasts hanging down and forward, her hard nipples protruding..